Page 40 of The American Wives Club

"That's not appropriate. Sex only, remember?"

He reaches between my thighs to caress my folds. "Anything for you,mo leannan."

No idea what he just called me. Don't care. His erection feels hard against my belly, and the heat of his body covering mine gets me so turned on that I grow even wetter than I'd been when I arrived at his apartment. Just the thought of him inside me again got me hot. But the sensation of all his muscles pressing down on me and his evening stubble rasping against my cheek drives me insane with a need I will not examine, not tonight.

Callum slithers down my body, kissing and licking a path from my throat down to my hips. He nuzzles my mound. I suck in a breath, my heart racing. He pushes his mouth between my folds and seals his lips around my clit, suckling it so gently that my pulse speeds up and I can't pull in a full breath. Then he shifts his mouth down to lap up my cream like he can't get enough of me, scraping his tongue along both sides of my folds. When he takes my clit into his mouth again and nips at my flesh, I jerk and shout. Everything he does fires the most delicious shocks down my nerves, straight into my sex.

He thrusts a finger inside me, and I gasp. But when he pushes two more fingers into my opening, I let out a sharp cry, fisting my hands in the sheets. "Yes, Callum. Oh God, please."

He sucks my clit harder, thrusting his fingers deeper and faster. The orgasm hits like a bomb blast. My back flattens into the mattress as I throw my head back, unable to scream or even gasp.

Callum rises to his knees.

I shut my eyes and try to recover from that climax, or at least recover the ability to breathe. When I look at Callum again, he already has a condom covering his dick. I want him so fiercely that I can't speak. All I can do is stare at his cock and lick my lips.

He palms his erection. "Want something, lass?"

I nod, and a strangled whimper bursts out of me. This man turns me into a pathetic puddle of lust.

Callum chuckles. "I love how excited ye get when ahm about to fuck ye. Spread your legs for me,mo leannan."

My brain has shut down, so I can't question his orders or consider the consequences of my need for him.

I spread my legs.

He kneels over me, his gaze locked on to mine, and plunges his cock deep into my body.

The firmness of his length, the way it fills me up, feels better than words can describe. While he thrusts into me with deliberate slowness, we keep gazing into each other's eyes. He bends his arms to kiss me, loving my mouth the way he's loving my body, and I tunnel my fingers into his hair. The sensation of his hard cock consuming me does something strange to me. Though he rises onto his straight arms again, I can't tear my focus away from his blue eyes. Will one more time be enough? The way he takes me, it's intimate and personal, more than hot sex.

"Faster," I plead. "Harder and faster."

He increases the pace little by little, and the bed starts to creak. I grip his biceps, and the way they flex under my hands heightens my arousal even more. I can't stop the desperate noises that erupt out of me as he punches into me harder, deeper, quickening the pace until I feel like I'll shatter if I don't climax right now.

"Come for me,mo leannan," he growls as he reaches down to rub my clit.

I go off just like that, my body convulsing and curling into itself while pleasure rockets through me, devouring every last shred of my self-control. I dig my nails into his biceps and open my mouth, but I have no breath to scream. My heart pounds so hard I can't hear anything except the thundering of my pulse in my ears. My knees draw up toward my chest like a string has been pulled taut inside me, and my inner muscles clench him again and again.

Callum lets out a hoarse shout and blows apart inside me.

For a moment, we stay frozen in that last moment. I manage to breathe again, but I can't make my muscles work. My hands stay clamped around his arms. Our gazes remain bound.

A door slams. "Your wifey is home."

Hugh. Oh shit, he's home—and Callum is still buried inside me.

The Scot who just gave me the best sex in history spews a string of Gaelic curses and leaps off the bed.

Hugh knocks on the bedroom door. "Are you awake? I brought takeaway for dinner."

Callum glances at me, his eyes wide and his chest heaving.

I yank the covers over me, pulling them above my head so I'm cocooned beneath the sheet and blanket. Then I hear Callum open the door. When I peek out from under the covers, I realize he only opened the door a sliver.

"Not now, Hugh," he hisses. "Ahm busy."

"Have you got a girl in there?"

Callum glances at me again, then snatches his jeans off the floor to pull them on. He rushes out, slamming the door shut.

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